It should not have come to this
It started one Friday night, not so long ago
The lights were out, the moon shone bright
The stars took turns and danced around the moon.
I sat by my window and wondered how long it would take him to get home.
How much longer would I have to survive? There was not
A lot of time to ponder my thoughts. The decision was made I am all in
too late to consider the cost. I hate it has to come to this.
I heard the car as it crept into the yard, the sound of a thousand lightning bugs as they took to the sky, even the bugs know fly or die.
I sat by my window and wondered still how long it will take, will I be able to kill.
So much has happened I hate it had to come to this, but he left me no choice, what else am I to do. He talks a good game, but will he ever change?
The front door is open, his footsteps in the hall. He is on his way up it will not be much longer now.
My mind is a whirlwind, my thought all ablaze. Too late for this now, it is time to come out of this haze. He is outside the door, why hesitate come in. With a gun in my hand, I point at the door, not much longer now he will be lying on the floor. I will have to clean the carpet, I should have thought of that ahead of time, too late for such silliness much more important matters ahead.
The door opens he walks in the room, a smile on his face not even aware of his pending doom. What is that in his hand, oh my God he had the same plan? I saw his finger as he pulled the trigger, there was not much time that was the last thing I remember.
He fell to the left, I fell on the bed, that is the end of our story, both of us should not be dead.
My students are working on narrative poetry, so I decided to write this poem, fictional of course, but the storyline got my writing juices to flow. I think there is a short story hidden in there. Hope you enjoy reading my narrative example as much as I enjoyed writing again. Love to get your feedback.
